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Saturday, 21 May 2011

LAST night, for the first time in 4 years, Nelly and I performed at an Open Mic Night in Bournville. We were a bit rusty to start with but it was great fun. We tackled only songs we had learnt all those years ago, only realising afterwards that two of them we had never actually performed to anybody else before...

Sunday, 8 May 2011

OVER Easter, Rachel's sister, brother in law and their three-year old came to stay with us. For the purpose of anonymity I shall call them S, R and J, respectively. Here's a few stories from their stay.

On Friday we all met at Hatton Country World, a farm-based attraction for younger visitors and a shopping village for adults. J was scared of the pigs, but was taken greatly by the guinea pigs. This was appreciated by the adults, as the guinea pigs lived inside, away from the unexpectedly strong sunshine outside. The guinea pigs lived next door to an indoor playground, containing table football, mini tractors, a giant playhouse and a sandpit, complete with diggers. J delighted in running around the playhouse, trying to escape from his daddy outside, the giant to his Jack.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Through various connections online I know quite a few people. I've not necessarily met them all, but we have conversed and followed each other's online contributions, sometimes over a number of years. Simon Varwell is one such online acquaintance, a man who I know through a collective called Join Me but whom I have not met. Nonetheless, we read each other's blogs (his is here) and chat via Twitter. The Internet is strange that way, allowing social contact, without the contact, or a need to be sociable. So I thought I'd lend my support to Simon's burgeoning literary career and give his first book, Up The Creek Without A Mullet, a go. And here is a review, written somewhat nervously with the knowledge that Simon will undoubtedly read every word...